 | Julian Hawthorne - 1902 - 474 lehte
...the rest. Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day, When victims at yon altar's foot we lay? Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell, When, warm...youth, I bade the world farewell ? As with cold lips I kissed the sacred veil, The shrines all trembled and the lamps grew pale : Heaven scarce believed the... | |
 | William Macneile Dixon - 1911 - 792 lehte
...rest. Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day, When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell, When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell f 110 As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil, The shrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 lehte
...rest. Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day, When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? Canst nd the homely, slighted, Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? W ? no As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil, The shrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale:... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1916 - 160 lehte
...the rest. Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day, When victims at yon altar's foot we lay? Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell, When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell? no As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil, The shrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale: Heav'n... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1998 - 260 lehte
...the rest. Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day, When victims at yon altar's foot we lay? Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell, When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell? no As with cold lips I kissed the sacred veil, The shrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale: Heaven... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1926 - 312 lehte
...the rest. Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day, When victims at yon altar's foot we lay? Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell, When warm in youth, I bade the world farewell? no As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil, The shrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale :... | |
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And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made, Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew... 
